Just to the left of the room door, the panting of a man and the slapping of flesh against flesh continuously emanated, yet there was no woman's voice to be heard.
The room door was not closed, and she just walked in.
However, the scene that met her eyes left her somewhat dumbfounded.
The man, of indeterminate relation, was at that moment sprawled on top of a woman, and that woman was not Xun Hui but one bound with rope, her body filthy, her hair a tangled mess…
If she wasn't mistaken, that woman ought to be the man's mother.
Yang Ruxin suddenly felt a wave of nausea and the urge to vomit.
The man had no awareness of someone entering, but the woman, who had originally been closing her eyes, suddenly opened them. Looking past the man's shoulder, she locked eyes straight with Yang Ruxin.
Yang Ruxin's heart quivered slightly, and inexplicably, she thought she understood the woman's gaze—was she pleading with her to help her find release?
